Mia's Pov 

  

  

  

   I walked into the dimly lit bar on the edge of town, my tight red dress hugging my curves, feeling the sticky heat of the place cling to my skin.

  

  

    I'm single after a messy breakup, and tonight I needed something rough to shake off the boredom. 

  

  

   My ex was all talk and no fire, left me frustrated every time. I craved a man who would take control, pin me down, make me beg. 

  

  

   The bar was full of rough types, bikers, truckers, guys with tattoos and stares that lingered too long. I ordered a whiskey neat, scanning the room, my heart pounding a little from the thrill....